It was a bloody mess when Jason opened his eyes. Half of his face was covered with his own blood.
"Four!" The referee called out.
Groggy and disoriented, he tried to stand as the referee continued to count. His ears were ringing, especially the one that came face to face with the mat.
"Seven!"
Jason saw Tasha grinning. His overconfidence was oozing from him. Jason said to himself that the real fight would start from that very second. He did that on purpose because he knew Tasha’s game plan from the beginning.
Like a drunk person, he covered his face with his fist in a half-open palm. Tasha had started to go for the kill. He aimed for a back-to-back attack.
Jason dodged everything. He spun him into his web like a tarantula. Both of them were breathing heavily. Drops of blood and
